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to val’s enormous shame, he’d misinterpreted what dwin meant. this was evident in the way she closed shut like a book — snap end closure and all.

he kicked himself inwardly, examining what she’d said before. but in truth, val lacked the imagination to imagine the bad in anyone, least of all dwin. a trench line of deep thought appeared on his forehead.

the topic changed to something less turbulent. already val felt the choppy waters reside, but where was he left when the storm passed? he’d still somehow let down his friend.

he sighed. i’m sorry, you’re right. I don’t think i understand. an olive branch for his stupidity — would she take it?

as far as the rest goes, val supposed an easier topic was less difficult to misconstrue. well, i believe last time we left it off as that being a question too personal for strangers. but now that we are friends — a measuring glance there to confirm she agreed: my home is by the ocean. i am the adopted son of rosalyn and erzulie, two women who used to lead sapphique, my birth pack. though at the time of my birth, it was called rusalka. he spared her the history lesson, instead opting for cliff notes (no pun intended). you could say i went full circle — i left my home, and then returned. but truthfully, there is nothing special about my home. it is just a place. it is the family that resides there that matters to me. now, what about you? i know small pieces, from what you’ve shared — but what about your home; is it important to you? or, is the road more important now?